An adaptation of an invocation for Hephaestos used at a recent Pandemos devotional.
To Hephaestos we call,
Virgin-born god of fire,
Whom the Queen of Heaven kindled in her womb,
Unsewn by any man or god.
God of invention,
Like all inventions, you were spurned,
But at length, no god could bear to live without you.
Strange-looking and indispensable,
Fierce-shining son of Hera, be present with us.
Come, O Fire
Come, O Invention
Come to us like burning inspiration and insight
Glorious God of smelted metal and glass
Tamer of electricity, which is like unto fire
Reverent are we who cradle your progeny in our pockets
Grateful are we, whose tables you have filled with plenty
Lame god, able beyond measure
Come to us, with your countless, brilliant gifts
God whom Love betrayed, come to us, for here you are beloved
The age has come, the adoration of the masses is yours
The throngs of your faithful sleep beside the doors of your temples
Your priests are sleepless with devotion to you, within your inner sanctum
Be present and inspire us with with your genius
Be present and give us your right arm’s strength
Reveal yourself yourself to us, as your holy name is called